Rusty Cage - The devils bagel

^Glate night my shoes ar^De worn, in a diner its^G 2 in the morn ^{D G}and i wonder what w^Dill i do tonight ^{G D G G}cup of coffee and a cigarette mo^Dre, clock above me re^Gads 2:04 ^{D G}and the nightowls all got a ^Dstory to tell ^{G D G} the gir^Aml with the short hairs parents wont ^Cspeak to her no more ^{G D} they ca^Amll her an unholy dyke and th^Cey call her a whore (oh well) ^{G D}

^Gorder a bagel, b^Dutter and all, th^Gink to myself as i stare at the w^Dall ^Gkillin time, counting the ^Dchange in my hand.. ^{G D G}dark man, sits on my r^Dight, shades keeping his ^Geyes out of light ^{D G}drinks his coffee j^Dust as black as his skin.. ^{G D Am}the man with the pack and ^Cthe black hat sits in the back ^{G D Am}his white eyes glow (l^Cike a fire burns bright in the act)^{G D}

^G"WHOOOW" and the fat ^Dman comes in with little hair ^Ghis wife is unfaithful but ^Dhe doesn't care ^Gas long as he can hold her ^Dtight at night ^G"YEAH" and the waitress ^Djulie is a poet now, ^Gshe writes her stories on a ^Dpaper towel ^Gto publish them someday ^Dshe says she might. ^{G D Am}and the man in the back tips ^Chis hat as he stands and he grins ^{G D Am}the first word he says all night is '^Clet the show begin' ^{G D}

^GJulie wants to have some fun ^Dso she takes a butter knife and cuts ^Gher fingers off one by one to find a problem ^Dwhen she tries to start on the next hand ^Gyea, and the fat man strips down ^Dthe whore she cries to ^Gherself and ^Ddefecates on the floor, ^Gi don't think i want the second half of my ^Dbagel no more.. ^{G D G}the fat man started to say ^Dhow he wants to kill his wife, ^Gas the dyke cuts off his tongue ^Dwith a jagged knife.

^Emand the two are making passionate love and the dark ^Gblind man thinks hes seen enough, ^{G B7 Em}so he takes julies pen from her right hand and he stabs ^Ghis eyes as according to plan, ^{G B7 Em}cause the man in the back simply laughs and he smiles and the ^Gblood spills out on linoleum tile ^{G B7 Em}and the fat man starts to eat the flesh of the whore yea the ^Gmoods a little different than a minute before ^{G B7}

^GI reach down for the l^Dast cigarette in the pack, ^Gwalk over and ^Dsit with the man in the back ^Gi ask him why, D G* he tips his hat and he smiles.